Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2015 19:16:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Koos Smit <kooss@rocketmail.com>
Subject: KRIS CHAPTER 2

Kris

Chapter 2

Up early, as usual, I check on the progress of breakfast in the kitchen and
then pad over in my bare feet to Kris's side of the house to look in on
him.  I find him showering in his bathroom, a large open-plan space with
sunken bath and two unenclosed shower heads side by side which drain
through the rectangular pebble bed that connects them.

Kris smiles as I walk in.  He glances down at the fully erected cock he is
soaping vigorously with both hands before looking up at me again with
sparkling eyes.

`Come shower with me, Dad!', he calls out.

I know that what he is actually saying is `Come fuck with me, Dad!', so I
show him the palm of hand and reply:

`Thanks, Kris, maybe later ... I already shot my morning load with Ryan.
Anyway, where's Nik?  I thought you'd be getting yours off with him this
morning'.

`I dunno Dad, he must've overslept.  When I sent him to his room last night
I told him to wake me at 5, but he didn't.  So I'm gonna have to discipline
him for that today', Kris replies, looking more pleased about it than he
should have.

`How do you know he's still here?' I say, `Maybe he decided to gap it last
night!'

`I don't think so, Dad', Kris says confidently, `We really had fun last
night and he likes it here.  Anyway, he doesn't have anywhere to go!'

Just then the rapid thudding of hard bare feet on tiled floor announces the
hurried arrival of a breathless Nik.

`Hey sorry, Boss ... Uncle, he stammers, `It was late when I got to bed
last night and I overslept!'

`It's not okay, Nik', says Kris, though smiling, `My Dad and me's the only
people allowed to oversleep and be late on this farm.  The workers have got
to be at work on time and be doing their work.'

`I'm sorry Boss, it won't happen again!' says Nik, blushing with shame.

`I forgive you but I still have to punish you, you know', says Kris, `In
the meantime come shower with me'.

A flicker of anxiety passes over Nik's face at the mention of punishment,
but he is happy to get under the shower with Kris.  When I leave them soon
after, Kris has Nik bent over with his hands pushing against the wall while
Kris cleans out Nik's bumhole by rogering it energetically with his middle
and forefingers, liberally coated with shower gel.

An hour later the two boys join Ryan and me for breakfast on the patio.
Ryan and Nik have put on the khaki shorts that are part of the working
uniform issued to all the stable boys.  There is a green golf shirt that is
also part of the uniform but in the hot climate of the Bushveld these are
seldom worn.  For the same reason none of the stable boys that I have hired
over time ever bothered to wear the working boots that I used to issue
them, most of them being tough farm boys from the district used to going
barefoot.  Needless to say, I no longer buy them.

I notice that Nik is wriggling uncomfortably on his chair and I wonder If
Kris has already striped his arse for coming late this morning or if his
bumhole has been fucked raw.

Kris points a fork at Nik:

`Don't come late again!', he admonishes sternly.

Nik lifts himself off the chair and rubs his butt exaggeratedly.

`I'll try harder, Boss', he says, `You whipped me pretty hard just now!'

`What did you get?', asks Ryan.

`I got six with the rottang (cane)', Nik replies.

`You're lucky!' says Ryan, `Mr Smit gave me twelve with the horse whip
yesterday ... check what my back looks like!',

Ryan twists in his seat to show Nik the purple weals criss-crossing his
muscular brown back.  He half stands and pulls down his shorts to reveal
four angry stripes across a perfectly formed pair of hard round buttocks,
tanned and lightly dusted with golden down.

`And on my butt ... see?'

Nik's eyes go wide.

`Whew!' he whistles in admiration.

`Did you cry?' Nik asks.

`Ryan's not a girl!' snorts Kris, `He didn't cry once!'

`How do you know, Boss?' asks Nik.

`I was there!' Kris replies, `I saw my Dad go to the stables with a hard-on
while we were fucking in the pool, so when we finished I went to the
stables and watched my Dad whip Ryan.  He took it like a man.  And then my
Dad and me fucked his arse!'

Ryan grins.

`I wish I was that tough!' says Nik, `I nearly cried when Kris jacked me
just now'.

`Don't worry, you'll get used to it pretty soon', says Ryan, `I cried the
first time ... but then Mr Smit taught me how to take the pain'

`How did he do that?' asks Nik.

`Simple!' Kris laughs, `If you cry you get double the lashes.  Pretty soon
you learn to control yourself!'

`I'm gonna make damn sure I never cry then!' says Nik.

`Another thing, Dad', says Nik, `Please can Dr Adrian come and examine Nik
soon ... I hate using rubbers and anyway I'm running out of them now!'

`Yes, I'll speak to him this morning', I reply.

`And maybe he and Ian can come for a few days, since it's school holidays
now?', Kris asks, hopefully.

`I'll ask', I reply.

Adrian, though gay, was once married and has a son, Ian, who is Kris's age.
More important, Adrian and Ian like the same things that Kris and I do.
Adrian often comes through to the farm to do what we jokingly refer to as a
`house call'.  He sometimes brings Ian with him and then they spend a few
days with us.  Ian is a favourite sex partner of Kris's and he always looks
forward to their visits.  Adrian is also a keen sailor and keeps a large
catamaran on nearby Hartebeestpoort Dam, which he uses as a venue for
parties of like-minded people.  Adrian's parties are always a lot of fun.

Breakfast over, the three boys head off to the stables, Ryan and Nik to
start working and Kris to dish out some orders and then go riding on one of
his ponies.

After an hour or so attending to various business issues I dress and take a
drive to the nearby petrol station and find out what Mr Patel can tell me
about Nik.

I find Patel in his poky back office.  He greets me with the oily smiling
ingratiation that he reserves for his account holding customers.  When I
tell him that Nik is staying with me now his eyes flash with anger and his
face contorts almost comically as he tries to temper his rage with his
desire not to upset one of his biggest customers.

`No, Mr Smit, no, no, no', he splutters, 'That boy must come back here
right away!'

`He tells me you told him to leave!', I say.

`No, Mr Smit, why would I do that?', he replies, `He belongs to me ... he
ran away and he must come back!'

`What do you mean, he belongs to you?', I ask.

`I bought him!', he replies, then, thinking the better of that reply, `No
... I mean I paid his mother money so he can come work for me!'

`Listen, Patel', I say, `I don't know how things work in Pakistan, but you
can't buy kids to come work for you in South Africa'.

`No, no, no ... I didn't buy him ... I paid his wages to his mother in
advance', he stammers.

``How much did you pay his mother?', I ask

`Two thousand!', he replies.

`Two thousand Rand?  How long was he going to work for you for that money?'
I ask.

`Until he becomes a man!', he replies.

`Two thousand Rand for four years of work?', I say, `That's a pretty good
bargain!'

 Patel just looks at me dumbly.

`Listen Patel', I say, `That is an unlawful contract and it's
unenforceable, but I'll tell you what I am prepared to do: I am prepared to
pay you half of what you say you paid the boy's mother to compensate you
for some of your loss'

`No, I don't want to sell the contract, I want the boy!'

`You can't have the boy!', I say, `I'm offering the best deal you're going
to get.  And count yourself lucky I'm not going to the police with this!'

With great reluctance and very bad grace Patel accepts my offer and I leave
after handing over a thousand Rand in notes.

I make him sign a piece of paper on which I have written:

`I, Ibrahim Patel, freely and voluntarily renounce in favour of Koos Smit
all my right and title to the boy Nikolaas de Beer and his services in
return for the sum of R1 000 which I acknowledge having been paid in full'.

Back at the farm I find Nik in the stable yard heaving bales of tef hay off
the back of a flat-bed trailer to Ryan, who hoists them one by one onto a
broad shoulder and walks a short distance to stack them under cover.  It is
dusty, scratchy, dirty work under the blazing sun and they have both taken
off their work shorts to keep them clean.  I am pleased to notice that Nik
has shaven off his small patch of wispy blonde pubes to match the smooth
hairlessness of both Kris and Ryan, the way always like my boys.  The two
stable boys glance in my direction and give me the briefest of grins as
they beaver away without stopping.

Kris, who is both tractor driver and supervisor, gives me a grin and a
thumbs-up as I arrive.  He sits on the tractor seat, watching the stable
boys idly as he waits for them to finish.  Kris is also naked, of course,
as he never wears clothes if he does not absolutely have to.  As he watches
the stable boys he taps the end of a yellow rattan cane sharply against the
leathery soles of his bare feet.  Neither Ryan nor Nik have any fresh welts
on the bodies so I presume they have been working to Kris's expectations.

Both Ryan and Nik are drenched in sweat as they lift and heave the heavy
feed bales.  Hundreds of tiny bits of dry grass stick their sweaty bodies
and the ubiquitous dust has mixed with the sweat to coat their skin with a
muddy grime.  I like watching their muscles bunch and glide under their
glistening skin as they work.  Under the grime Ryan is tanned mahogany
brown but Nik's body, unaccustomed to exposure, glows red-brown despite the
liberal application of sun-block yesterday and today.

`Don't keep Nik in the sun too long', I say to Kris, `Or he will be useless
for anything for a few days ...'

`Nah ... this is the last load and then Nik's gonna work inside for the
rest of the day' Kris replies.

`Have you got enough rubbers to last the rest of the day?' I ask with a
wink.

I see Nik stop working momentarily and glance at Kris with interest.  Nik
is clearly a bit of a slut I think as I smile to myself.

`Ha Ha Funny, Dad!' Kris rolls his eyes, `Not that kind of work!'

Nik looks disappointed.

 `Okay, just make sure Nik is cleaned up and ready for Dr Adrian to do an
examination just after lunch'.

`Is my fuck-buddy coming too?', Kris asks.

`Yes, Ian will be staying the week but Dr Adrian can't as he is working.
He will join us on the weekend'

`Oh cool!', Kris replies.

Nik darts Kris a black look.

`Don't be jealous, Nik' I say to him with a chuckle, `you won't miss out on
anything ... I promise Kris has enough cock for both of you and more!'

Ryan chuckles:

`Hey Nik, don't worry, man ... Kris may be only thirteen but he he's got
enough cock to spyker (nail) all of us, all day ...okay?  And if he can't
manage for whatever reason ... there's always Mr Smit or me who will be
happy to help'

Nik blushes bright red and throws himself into lifting and throwing bales.

I leave the boys to go to my farm office next to the workshop and the feed
store.  As I do so Kris gets up from the tractor seat and steps onto the
tow bar to climb up onto the trailer.  I see his cock is rapidly filling
and extending.  Our sex banter has got him fired up (with Kris it takes
very little) and I know that within a minute or less Nik is going to find
himself bent over what is left of the bales with my little horndog
vigorously rogering his arse.  The thought arouses me too and I call back
over my shoulder:

`Ryan, as soon as you've finished here, come on up to my office ... I want
you for something'.

Ryan's eyes twinkle

`Righto, Mr Smit, I'll be there in a jiffy!'

Half an hour later I hear the thudding of hard bare feet on the brick
paving outside the building and a moment later Ryan, slightly breathless
and still naked, appears at my office door.

`Howzit Mr Smit', he smiles, `Reporting for duty as ordered!'

I look up from my desk.  My eyes savour the 18 year-old's lean, compactly
muscled body, smooth, hairless and tanned a deep mahogany under the sweat
and grime, and I run my tongue over my suddenly dry lips.

Ryan's black crew cut hair is spiky with sweat and dust and his blue eyes
sparkle with anticipation.  When I had chosen him as a college bursary
beneficiary I knew that he was gay (indeed it is one of my unwritten
criteria for selection!).  But he had not yet come to terms with it
himself.  And when he started his vacation internship on the farm two
months ago he was still a virgin, having grown up in an almost puritan
household in which he and his younger brothers were severely beaten and
threatened with hellfire and eternal damnation if they so much as dared to
touch themselves `inappropriately'.  But within the first week I had helped
him to overcome both hurdles in his journey of self-development: He had
come to embrace and enjoy his sexual orientation and he was obviously no
longer a virgin.  He also turned out to have an insatiable sex drive which
makes him perpetually horny.  As a result, Ryan lusts continuously after
sex, thinking of almost nothing else in his waking hours.  It is almost as
if his healthy young body is trying to make up for all the years that it
has been deprived of sexual expression.

One consequence of Ryan's repressed upbringing that I personally enjoy, and
which Ryan also clearly enjoys, is that his body has come to associate
corporal punishment with sexual pleasure.  I know this is the reason he has
deliberately not showered before coming to me and I know that he expects
... indeed wants ... to be punished for it.

I get up from behind my desk and step around to the front of it, picking up
a riding quirt lying on the desk as I do so.  Ryan eyes the quirt and
instantly starts trembling, almost imperceptibly, with a delicious
combination of fear and excited expectation.  His blue eyes glint with lust
and his impressively long and thick cock (another unwritten criterion for
bursary selection) rapidly extends, swells and rises to attention.

`Do you expect me to fuck your filthy hole with your body all sweaty,
smelly and dirty like this?', I ask sternly.

Actually I love fucking Ryan when his work-toughened body is sweaty and
dirty from hard physical labour.  He knows it too, but we are playing a
game, after all.

`Sorry, Boss!', he replies, `I didn't want to keep you waiting!'

`You couldn't wait to get your arse fucked, you mean!'

`Yes, Boss.  Sorry, Boss', he replies.

`Well, you know the drill!', I say, `Come lie your filthy carcass over my
desk!'

Ryan steps forward eagerly and lies over my desk, gripping the far edge of
the polished flat desk top with strong, work-roughened hands, his muscular
legs spread apart enough to expose his beckoning hole and his leathery toes
pressing against the floor.

I feel my own cock, unfettered by underpants, which I never wear, swelling
and straining against my shorts front as I step back.  I raise the whippy
hippo hide quirt above my shoulder as Ryan's back and buttock muscles knot
up in anticipation of the stroke.  The quirt flutes through the air and
snaps sharply across Ryan's hard round buttocks.  His body jerks and, with
eyes tight shut against the pain, he grunts through clenched teeth as the
thin leather lash scores a searing trail across the smooth mahogany brown
skin of his arse.

I give Ryan four strokes in quick succession and then order him to stand
up.  Hi eyes are moist with tears of pain but he has the discipline not to
break down.  His prodigiously large cock now stands up stiff, hard and
bobbing gently against the ridged muscles of his belly, reaching up to a
short distance above his navel.

I bend down and take his swollen purple cockhead, now copiously dribbling
precum down its shaft, between my lips.  I suck his cock all the way into
the back of my mouth, loving the warm salty taste and feel of his hard and
pulsing maleness.  Ryan groans his pleasure as my lips and tongue work up
and down his slippery shaft.  He is so horny from his whipping, however,
that within just a few minutes his cock starts spasming in my mouth and he
clasps his hands against the back of my head in an involuntary attempt to
force his cock down my throat as he reaches climax.  He bellows his ecstasy
as hot gushes of slippery cum jet down my throat and fill my mouth,
squirting out of the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin and
neck as he holds me impaled on his exploding cock.  I love the taste of
Ryan's cum: a combination of oyster and hazelnut, and I slurp it down as
quickly as I can.

Soon Ryan is spent and he draws his deflating but still swollen maleness
out of my mouth.  I grab hold of it with my hand and lick the remaining
globs of cum off it.

`Thank you, Dad ... I mean Boss!' he croaks.

This slip of the tongue, which Ryan almost invariably makes when we have
sex after I have beaten him, initially made me think that he and his father
may have enjoyed a sexual relationship.  But I soon gathered that it was
more an expression of the sexual interaction that Ryan would have liked to
have with his father, particularly on those occasions when his father had
whipped him for `defiling' himself.

I stand up and Ryan automatically hooks his fingers in the waistband of my
precum soaked shorts and slides them down to my ankles.  I step out of them
and peel off my T shirt at the same time.

I sit on my office chair and Ryan goes down on his knees between my legs to
take my cock in his mouth.  In the two months he has been with Kris and I
Ryan has become an expert cocksucker and he goes to work on my cock with
all the skill at his command.  Soon I feel my cock begin the rush to climax
and I pull Ryan's head off my shaft, motioning him to get up onto my lap.
First he slathers both my straining cock and his butthole with lubricating
jelly and then he gets up onto my chair, facing me with his feet planted on
the chair seat on either side of my butt.  Then he lowers himself onto my
cock, reaching around his buttocks to guide it into his channel with his
hand.  I feel the slippery warmness envelop my cock as he slowly slides
down the shaft, inch by inch, gasp by gasp as his anus adjusts to its girth
and length.  Finally his hard round buttocks touch my groin, with my big
cock completely buried inside him.  Ryan sits still for a moment or two,
panting as his elastic channel grows accustomed once more to having me
inside it.

I reflect on how far he has come since he first came to us, when Kris and I
took turns to stretch his arse, first with our fingers, then with a
succession of dildos before he could accommodate first Kris and then myself
up his channel.  It had taken fully two weeks of persistent daily effort,
much agony and not a little yelling before Ryan could take my fully
engorged cock all the way up his arse.

After a little while Ryan sighs in satisfaction as the pain passes and he
starts lifting and falling on my shaft, slowly at first but quickly goes
faster as he gets into a rhythm.  His own cock is fully hard again and
waggles up and down almost comically as he bobs and bucks frenetically up
and down my swollen cock.

Soon Ryan climaxes again and a fountain of silvery cum arches out of the
tip of his bobbing cock and spatters all over my chest and face.  Seconds
later I go into spasm myself and I feel my cum offloading in rapidly
pulsing gusts deep inside him.

We continue to sit on the chair a while, arms around each other's shoulders
and my swollen cock still filling his channel.  Soon his lips seek mine and
we kiss deeply, our tongues searching each other's mouths eagerly as we
enjoy a moment of tenderness together.

Just then Kris sticks his head through the open office door.

`Hey, you two lovebirds!' he calls, `Nik and me are gonna get cleaned up
for lunch and Dr Adrian ... You coming?'

I disengage my tongue from Ryan's long enough to say:

`We'll be there soon!'

*******

After lunch Dr Adrian comes by and gives Nik a thorough examination,
including an HIV test.  He gives Nik a clean bill of health:

`Nik is clear, Kris', he tells my son, `So you can stop using rubbers now
... I know how much you hate them'

`Thanks, Adrian, that's cool', he replies.

Dr Adrian's 13 year old son Ian stays behind when Dr Adrian leaves.  No
sooner has he left when Kris orders Nik to go back to work in the stables
with Ryan and then disappears into his apartment with Ian.  Nik is clearly
disappointed at being excluded and he starts off for the stables with a
long face.  I call him back.

`Nik, just come back here, I want to talk to you'.

`Yes Boss?', he asks.

`I went to see Mr Patel this morning', I begin.

Nik looks anxious.

`Yes Boss?' he says, chewing his lower lip nervously.

`He tells me that he paid your mother money to have you work for him until
you are eighteen ... and he wants you back'.

`Please Boss, don't send me back there!' says Nik, almost crying, `I can't
work for him no more!'

`But you know, Nik, an agreement is an agreement ... you can't just break
an agreement when you don't like it anymore!  A gentleman's word is his
bond!'

`Please, Boss, he treats me like a slave, he beats me every day!', he
pleads.

`You get beaten here too', I reply.

`That's different Boss!', Kris declaims.

`How is it different?', I ask.

`When Kris beats me it feels like he does it because he wants me to a
better person.  And I seen it makes him horny and he wants to make love to
me afterwards.  That means he really likes me, right? And I think you will
do the same.  Patel beats me because he hates me.  He doesn't love me
afterwards and make me feel good.'

I am momentarily taken aback by his insightful analysis.

`But, you see, Nik', I say, `The other thing that concerns me is that right
after you promised yesterday that you would never lie to me again, you went
straight ahead and lied about your relationship with Mr Patel and about why
you left'.

Nik blushes bright red and looks down at his bare toes.

`I'm sorry, Boss, I was scared you would send me away ... I fucked up
... it's true'

I look at the squirming, blushing boy for a while, feeling sorry for him
but thinking that I need to press home a lesson.

`Well, now it seems we have a boy in our midst who doesn't keep his word
and who also lies when it suits him!'

Nik looks even more miserable.

`Please, Boss ... I know I fucked up ... please don't send me away
... please give me another chance?', he pleads.

`That depends on what you plan to do to make things right', I say.

Nik looks hard at me for a moment.

`Boss, I will give Patel every cent you pay me until all the money he paid
to my Mom is paid back!', he says firmly.

`Okay.  Well that's a start.  But how about the lie you told me?'

Nik hangs his head in shame for a short while and then he lifts his head
and looks me resolutely in the eye.

`You can beat me for that Boss!  You can whip me with the horse whip until
the blood runs!  I promise I will never lie to you again!'

`Okay Nik, I'll tell you what ... I have already paid money Patel some
money.  You won't get wages for the first month you work here ... not that
you need it, since I take care of your needs anyway.  After that we will be
square.  And as for the lying ... I am going to take up your offer.  As
soon as you are over your sunburn I am going to tie you to a post in the
barn and I am going to give you a horsewhipping from your shoulders to your
ankles that you are never going to forget'.

Nik throws his arms around me.

`Thank you Boss! Thank you! You won't be sorry!' he cries.

`Okay, Okay', I say, ruffling his blonde thatch, my cock tingling at the
touch of his hard naked body against mine.  `Now go and finish your work or
you'll get Kris's cane across your arse again just now!'

Nik scurries off to the stables to help Ryan, his hard bare feet thudding
on the tiles.

An hour or so later I am lounging in the cool shade of the patio sucking on
an ice cold beer when Kris and Ian come racing out of the house and dive
into the pool.

Ian is lean and wiry and a little taller than Kris.  He has short sandy
hair and green eyes.  Like Kris, he is naked and deeply tanned all over.
He has a respectably sized cock and a pair of good sized balls, though he
is no match for Kris in that department.

I think how fortunate Kris and I have been to have befriended Adrian and
Ian, a father and son who live in complete sympathy with Kris's and my
lifestyle and to whom man-boy love is as natural as it is to us.  They are
such intimate friends and regular visitors that one of the guest apartments
is permanently allocated for their use when they come to visit.  Not that
any of us is ever tied to sleeping in his own bed anyway.  All the beds in
the house are double beds, for good reason, and we freely share our beds
... our sons ... our stable boys ... and any other friends who might happen
along.  Needless to say, I never have guests ... or employees ... who do
not share our inclinations and attitude to sexual freedom.

My cock tingles as I watch the two sexy young boys playing in the pool and
I wonder idly if Kris would be into a three-way with Ian tonight.  Probably
not ... maybe tomorrow.  Perhaps that leaves Nik free to join Ryan and me.
Probably not ... Kris is sure to want to share his new `serf' with Ian.

My thoughts wander back again to when Kris first came into my life as an
eight year old: That first night that he spent with me after his mother,
Erika, left him with me is as fresh in my memory as if it happened
yesterday, and still gets my cock rampant whenever I think of it ...